I used to be certain.
Not just confident or comfortable, but certain in the way only a young person can be when handed a complete system and told it explains everything. I had been taught a theology that divided the world neatly into what was true and what was false. It came with answers for every question that mattered and, more importantly, it came with the assumption that those answers were final.
I didn’t question it. Why would I? It was what I had been given. It felt like truth because it felt like home.
When I listen to people argue about theology now, I often recognize something uncomfortably familiar. I hear the same tone of certainty I once had. I see people defending systems they didn’t build but have fully embraced. They assume their conclusions are objectively true and everything else is objectively wrong.
I understand that mindset because I once lived there.

The goals we chase can become chains that hold us in bondage
As financial pain piles up, things just might turn ugly in America
NOTEBOOK: Simplistic storytelling on TV news pushing nation to war
Be very afraid of men (or women) who question your patriotism
As our heroes grow old and die, it’s a reminder of our mortality
I don’t like most people in TV ads, but I can’t tell if it’s them or me
There are more of us than ever, so why do many of us feel so alone?
Wishful thinking: Why Ron Paul can’t (and won’t) be elected president